All language subtitles for Bones S08E06 The Patriot in Purgatory

Dr. Brennan just
left me a note

saying that you should meet
here and wait for her.

And she didn't say why
we were all called together?

Sorry.

You're the head of the lab.

Shouldn't you know?
Yes.

Yes, I should,
but with Dr. Brennan,

all the conventional rules
of the universe become obsolete.

Right.

She should be
here soon.

Good luck.

G-Good luck?

We've never all been called
in to work together before.

Okay, look, until
Dr. Brennan gets here,

I think I should be
in charge,

being the only one
with his doctorate.

You're still just an intern
like the rest of us.

Which actually makes
you less qualified.

You should be much
further along.

I know what's going on here.

She called us
together

so she can watch us
destroy each other.

The saw ripped
through the xiphoid process

and sternum.

Oh, my God.

There's fluid on those

as well
as the left ribs four and five.

What are you doing?

Well, I reckon we were all
called here to work.

Okay, now, my granddaddy
said, "Idle talk

"is like a mama bear whose
cubs have long since gone

in search of
another teat."

Wow.

What the hell
does that mean?

It's some crazy-ass white thing.

I don't care what it is;
I'm getting to work.

I need this job.

Last night's basketball game
got me thinking about teams.

Didn't I say
you'd like basketball?

Phil Jackson says
they're like organisms

that can only survive
through interdependence.

Wait, Phil Jackson...?

Yes, yes, I've been reading
his book.

See?

You got enough Post-its
in there, Bones?

I'm an assiduous
note taker.

Bones, watching basketball
should be fun.

You know,
you don't have to memorize

Kobe Bryant's, you know,
three-point shooting percentage

in order to enjoy the game.

Career average-- Mr.
Bryant shoots 336,

but with a
little more arc

in his shot,
he could be over 450.

It's just basic geometry.

How'd I leave myself
open for that?

Poor defense.
Poor defense?

Yes, I have the interns coming
in today to work on a project.

According to Mr. Jackson,

I plan to incorporate
numerous "attaboys"

while also administering
reassuring pats

on their hindquarters.

Right. So you're the coach.

Of course. Phil says...

Now it's "Phil."

He says that our real legacy

is not what we accomplish
individually

but what we
do for others

and how we motivate them to work
together for a common goal.

Right, well, I'm thinking
paying your players

$20 million a year
is motivation in itself.

I was hoping buying
their lunch might help.

Well...

There seems to be some fabric
embedded in the cut

that transected
the xiphoid process.

Hey.

Huh, this looks like fuzz
from a tennis ball.

It is from a tennis ball.

Oh, well, I recognized it
first-- the fuzz.

The fuzz was mine.

After I pointed it out.

I think the fluid is oil that
seeped out from the chain saw.

Of course it is. Why are you
examining these remains?

I didn't direct you to do that.

The kid started it.

I was, I was
waiting for you.

You...

Isn't this why
you brought us here?

I mean, it's a fascinating
set of remains.

This is just a foolish man
who tried to juggle a chain saw,

a tennis ball, and a Fuji
apple after drinking

too much.

Your task is
far more challenging.

Follow me.

Oh.
I wonder how much he drank.

Make sure you get
the gloves off.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Sorry.

Over the past four years,
the Jeffersonian has digitized

all available
missing persons data.

You are now able to cross-
reference that information

in the hope
of identifying

over a thousand sets of remains

that have been unidentifiable
up to now.

W-We've been relegated
to the Hall of Hopeless Cases?

We did something wrong,
didn't we?

I thought I chose
my five best interns.

Do you think I made a
mistake, Mr. Fisher?

Because I can replace you.

Oh.

Do you think
laughing

at Mr. Fisher
will enhance your status

in my eyes,
Mr. Bray?

- No, I-- no.
- I tried to take

a leadership role earlier,
Dr. Brennan,

to avoid this kind
of childish behavior.

And why couldn't you,

Dr. Edison?
Perhaps

because you don't have
their respect?

Do you respect him,

Mr. Vaziri?

Is this a trick question?

That depends

on how frightened you are
of making a mistake.

How can any one of you

do your job
if what you really want

is for one
of your other teammates to fail?

Well, you've always told us
to rely on ourselves.

You've created quite
a competitive atmosphere here.

And it will remain competitive,
Mr. Abernathy.

Phil Jackson wants us to ask

what it is we
are competing

to achieve

and how you'll work together
to achieve it.

Phil Jackson,
like the tall Phil Jackson?

Yes.

It is our job
as forensic anthropologists

to give as many of these people
as possible

their identities back.

If teamwork
doesn't help,

then we can always
go back to having

the constant threat of
dismissal hang over our heads.

Okay?

I can be relegated
here, that's fine.

Attaboy.

Attaboy.

Attaboy.

Attaboy.

Attaboy.

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The Patriot in Purgatory
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Some of these remains
have fingers removed,

probably to hide fingerprints.

Here's one covered
in concrete, gentlemen.

Concrete.

Which is why this is so hard.

Yes,

because it could
indicate espionage.

Someone clearly
wanted to make sure

that the secrets died with them.

Really, you had
to add some kind

of international
conspiracy?

This isn't
hard enough?

It doesn't have
to be international.

Concrete guy could end up
being Jimmy Hoffa.

Got one.

Based on the vertical head
diameter of the humerus,

I have a female,
mid-20s.

The interarticular fracture
on the thumb

screams
cowboy thumb.

Coupled with the abrasions
on the L2 and L3

and the sequins in her effects,

I'm calling
this one

as Miss Lisa Bowery,

the mechanical bull-riding
stripper

that went missing
in March of 1980.

Nicely done, Fisher.

Over 30 years.

Very impressive,
Mr. Fisher.

Yes, yes, it is.

Gloating really isn't
a part of team play.

Every team has a star,
my friend.

Yes, it does,
and I have before me

a blacksmith who vanished
in 1898, 114 years ago.

Hold your praise
until the brother talks.

Based on the lateral
epicondylitis

of the elbow joint

as well as the high
level of strontium...

Based on the erratic
ossification

of the pubic symphysis,

he's in his 50s.

Compression fracture

of the cervical body of the C7

with subluxation
of the...

Ah, hell, it's milker's neck,

and this is Sarah Mahony.

I give you ice fisherman Chad
Winacky, suspected murder victim

who disappeared
18 years ago.

And...

he has all the markers
for a woodcutter's lesion,

which would confirm

his identity as George Lido.

This is a beautiful thing
to watch.

All right, now, Arastoo,

you're the only
one without a...

Yeah, I know, Dr. Hodgins.

I drew a homeless man
who was found

beaten in his sleeping bag
behind a parking garage.

So far, all I have to go
on is a chipped tooth

and a complex fracture
to the sixth left rib.

So come back to him after
you've scored a few points.

I mean, we were
told to identify

as many of these
as possible.

Yeah, I guess.

Maybe he was part
of a conspiracy

and that's why
he has no identity.

Found this soot

staining his
chipped tooth.

God only knows
what that could be.

Conspiracy--
you think so?

'Cause, you know, I could run
this through the Mass Spec.

Well, I'm impressed
that Dr. Brennan sees

the value in teamwork.

You've been
a good influence on her.

All I did was get her to
watch a basketball game

instead of watching
another rerun of Nova.

That's it?

Yeah, next thing I
know, she's reading

all about
Phil Jackson.

Well, you really didn't do
much, then, did you?

Oh, really, I
didn't do much?

You try to get her to
stop watching Nova.

You're right,
good point, sorry.

And because
of that,

her squint squad has
identified 18 sets of remains.

That's impressive.
Good,

I'm so glad you
feel that way

because it is your
responsibility

to notify all the
surviving relatives.

What, me?
Criminal victims,

missing persons all
comes under the FBI.

Well, what about you?

Me? Ha, I'm a
special agent.

I beat up bad guys and
I leap over things.

You're describing
Superman.

Exactly-- well,
did you ever hear

of Superman picking
up the telephone?

You wanted
to see me?

Yes, Mr. Vaziri.

I would love
to give you an attaboy,

but you are
the only intern

who hasn't even identified
one set of remains.

I know, I'm
still waiting

for Mass Spec results
from Dr. Hodgins.

There are hundreds
of other remains

you could be focusing on.

I didn't think
you'd want me to give up

until I exhausted every avenue.

Unless you're wasting resources.

Why do you feel these remains
take precedence over the others?

The police report says
that he was beaten...

nothing more.
They wrote him off

because he was homeless.

And this.

A bullet wound.

There's no mention
of him being shot?

Because it happened at least
ten years before his death.

Look at the remodeling.

It's a large-
caliber bullet.

Perhaps it could lead us
to medical records

which could give us a name.

You said our job
is to give identities

back to these victims.

So how can I walk away
and leave this man

behind that parking garage,
forgotten for a second time?

I got the results back

from the Mass Spec.

So the particulates
embedded in his tooth

consist of kerosene

and ethylene glycol--
it's jet fuel.

From the way
it seeped into the dentine,

there was a lot of it.

Why was he covered in jet fuel?

He was found miles
from the airport.

You let Vaziri
go out on his own?

That doesn't happen
in a team sport.

Kidding me? That's,
that's more like swimming.

A good coach recognizes the
strength of her players.

He wasn't going for an easy
layup like the others.

He's more of a
bruiser down low.

I need you to check the
police reports again.

He was homeless.

I mean, cops-- they just
bury cases like this.

It's clear the
coroner did.

H-He didn't
even record

that the victim had
suffered a bullet wound.

Exactly, which makes it
more unlikely

th I'll at able
to dig up his name.

I'm trying to put you
in the game, Booth.

If you'd prefer not
to play, just say so.

Bones, all I'm saying is that
sometimes during the game

you just have to realize
that you just can't win.

So you're
a quitter?

What?
No.

That's what I heard.
I'd trade you

if I wasn't in the
middle of the season.

I can't believe this.

This game isn't over
until I say it is.

So are you in
or are you out?

I'm in, Bones.
Okay, let's go.

Attaboy.

What are you...?

So,

the police report
that Booth dug up lists

the time of death
as the same time

that the body
was discovered.

Well, that
can't be right.

Not if he looked
like this.

They probably thought
it didn't matter

because he was
homeless.

I was hoping you could give me
an accurate time of death.

It might help.

What was the weather on
the day he was found?

Sunny and mid-70s.
Hm.

What about the week before?

It was pretty
warm all week,

between 70 and 80,
rain on the 20th and 21st.

Under conditions like this,

based on decomp,
death occurred between three

to five days
before he was discovered?

Can you enlarge and
enhance the decomp

on the neck?

Calliphoridae
in the decomposing tissue?

They're carrion flies,
and look--

they laid their eggs,
so, that means

that he was dead four
days when this was taken.

Okay, so he died
on September 21.

Does that help you?

Oh, my God.

Jet fuel?
Yeah.

Can you check for
other evidence of fuel?

We have our remains
to work on, you know.

Sure.

There's slight staining

on the acromion.
That could be from fuel.

We should do an
analysis of the bone

to see if there's
any other chemicals

or environmental
markers present.

I'll help you take samples.
Me, too.

There seems to be something
embedded in the fracture.

What's going on? Why are we
all working on this guy?

We're a team.

Yeah, but not really.

Dr. Hodges needs to see this.

There's a metal fragment
imbedded in the rib.

This rib fracture fissure--

the remodeling seems
to indicate it was

fractured more than four days
before he died, doesn't it?

Definitely.

Wait.

Are you thinking what I
think you're thinking?

What are you thinking?

What's going on here, guys?

You're the best at estimating
bone remodeling, aren't you?

Yes, and it gives me
absolutely no satisfaction.

Okay, we need to know exactly
when this rib was broken.

Come on.

Evidence of osteoblasts

and chondroblasts.

I'm falling behind
on my remains.

Am I gonna get credit
for this?

Fisher!

The soft callus
hasn't consolidated yet.

I'd put this break
ten days before he died.

Dr. Saroyan
and Dr. Hodgins

fixed time of death
on September 21.

That means this injury occurred
September 11, 2001.

Yeah.

My God.

9/11.

Given the presence
of jet fuel and his injuries,

this man could have been at the
Pentagon when the plane hit.

Yeah, but every victim

of that attack has been
accounted for and identified.

Maybe not.

Maybe just the
victims who had a home.

The interns are working hard

to get as much
new information as possible.

If we can reconstruct
what happened to him

from September 11 until ten days
later when he died,

we might be able
to find out who he is.

Do you ever wonder if perhaps

he wanted to remain anonymous
for a reason?

You know, you're really starting
to sound like Hodgins.

I'm a profiler.

I have to approach this
from that perspective.

Okay, the people who
mounted the attack

were anonymous members
of the community.

Now, there could have been
other anonymous people

on the ground
to give them support.

We'll just run DNA.

Cam already did.
There were no matches.

Perfect. And he had a
previous bullet wound.

Didn't he? I mean, that could
have been from training.

The wound occurred
approximately

20 years ago.

We also found
evidence of exposure

to high levels
of uranium.

Looks pretty damning.

The first Gulf War was

about 22 years ago.

Most of the U.S. shells were
made of depleted uranium.

Depleted uranium
has been linked to

neurological damage, which
could explain his homelessness.

Uh-uh. He was one of ours.

He took that bullet

during the war.
Now you're reaching, Agent Booth.

There would have been a DNA
match in the military database.

There was no military database
until the late 1990s.

I'm telling you, this guy
fought in Desert Storm.

So, Booth didn't want to use

the crime scene photo,

'cause he wanted something
easier to look at.

Sweets thought
he might be a terrorist.

Now is not the time

for conspiracy
theories, Dr. Hodgins.

I agree.

I have looked into every

9/11 conspiracy.
All of them.

None of 'em hold up.

Or I-I should say,
only one of 'em does.

We were attacked
by extremists

who hated everything
we represent.

We might not be angels,

but no one deserved
to die that day.

No one.

I was in New York.

Working as a coroner.

I signed

900 death certificates.

I had to talk to wives,
husbands,

children.

Sometimes all that was left...

I'm so sorry, Cam.

Oh, don't be. I'm...

I'm still here.

When's this
gonna be done?

There he is.

Look, he was there

on that day
when the plane hit.

36,000 people

pass through the Pentagon
on an average day, Seeley.

I was a grunt in a file room on
the other side of the building.

How do you expect
me to recognize him?

All right, okay,
there's got to be

some kind of surveillance video,

some logs we can
check out here, Ben.

Are you serious?

Everything from that day
is classified. You know that.

He was wounded in the first
Gulf War. He's one of us.

Everyone who lost their life

or who was injured
that day is accounted for.

Right. Maybe he slipped
through the cracks.

I mean, security wasn't
as tight back then.

That just makes it harder.

What are you saying?

You're not gonna help?

All right, look...

I'll take this picture,
I'll show it around.

Beyond that, I don't know
what else I can do for you.

Look, we went to Afghanistan
because of those attacks.

No matter how bad it ever got,

we would never leave anyone
behind-- you know that.

We got to do something.

Here's what we've got so far.

He was close by
when the plane hit,

and somehow
he got his rib broken.

He took off and went back
to the parking garage

where he got beaten
ten days later.

Who would beat someone
to death so soon after 9/11?

People were angry.

It's always the weak ones
who get the brunt of that.

They're easy targets.

It's the way
the world works.

Not everyone looks at the world
like you do, Fisher.

Okay, the ends of the humerus
are also abraded

with no remodeling, so, he could
have been dragged by his arms.

Or hung by them.

Oh, there's also damage
to the L4 and the L5.

So, if someone used
a club on his knees,

it looks like they took a whack
at his back, too.

Is this too difficult
for you, Arastoo?

Because I'd be more
than happy

to do as much as needed
to ease your load.

Why would it be more difficult
for me than anyone else?

Because of...

Because you share
the same religion

as those men.

Is it too difficult for you
to work with Dr. Edison?

Um... excuse me?

You share the same religion
with men who cherry-picked

the Bible to
justify slavery.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean nothing.

But still your words
have meaning,

don't they, Mr. Abernathy?

Those assumptions
you made,

those quick generalizations.

What about
the vengeance

and the bloodshed
in the Old Testament?

Okay. He's just a kid, Arastoo.

If he's not old
enough to know,

he's certainly old
enough to learn.

The Crusades,
the Inquisition--

are these events guided
by a religion of peace?

No, they were guided by
self-important men who think

they know more than the
God they claim to worship.

This was not the work
of religion.

It was arrogance.
It was hypocrisy.

It was hate.

Those horrible men
who hijacked those planes

hijacked my religion
that day, too.

They insulted my God.

So, no,
this isn't too difficult.

It's a privilege to be able
to serve this victim,

to show him the care and love
that was so absent that day.

Thank you.

Sir.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for taking the time
to set me straight.

Yeah, that was awesome, dude.

Make sure to catalog every
injury, no matter how small.

The end of the metacarpals
on the right hand

are also abraded.
No remodeling.

Let's take it from the top.

Hi, Booth.

The interns are cataloging
all the injuries now.

We should be able to put
together a scenario soon

that might give us an idea
of what happened to him.

His name's Tim Murphy.

He had a wife and a son.

Your friend at the
Pentagon identified him?

No. I spent the day
going to homeless shelters.

Turns out a lot of guys
from Desert Storm ended up

going to the one
on Carlton Street.

They kept his effects
for over ten years?

No. The woman
who runs the place--

she believes that, uh,
these guys would come back

and have a normal life.

Have you contacted his wife?

I'm gonna see her
tomorrow morning.

She hasn't seen him
in over 15 years.

I need to know what
happened to him, Bones.

You will, Booth.

I promise.

Tim wasn't the same

after he came back
from the Gulf.

He was afraid
to stay indoors

because of what happened
to him over there.

What happened?

He was in a munitions dump
that got hit.

We tried to pick up
where we left off, but

he just couldn't do it.

He'd disappear, and then,
I'd go searching for him,

and find him sleeping
in a park somewhere.

Did he try and
get any help?

I mean, the VA has got great
programs for homeless vets.

Tim didn't trust anyone to help.

I think he lost faith.

There's no Purple Heart
for PTSDs.

There's no recognition
for what he sacrificed.

Anyhow,

one day, he-he just vanished.

That was 17 years ago.

So, you didn't know
who Tim knew,

or anyone
who wanted to harm him?

Like I said,
I-I don't know anything.

Has your son had any contact
with Tim?

The last time
Sean saw his father,

he was four years old.

Look, I'm sorry,
but I cannot

go through
all of this again.

Tim was dead long before
that parking garage,

and the only way we could
move on was to accept that.

And maybe we were dead to him,
and that's why he could leave.

No, you weren't--
we found this

in his personal effects,
one of the few things

that he had.

I remember this day.

He loved Sean so much.

And I loved him.

I always loved him.

♪

Hodgins...

you have to
eat something.

You're gonna faint.
I'm almost done.

Are you still working
on that fragment

they found in the rib?
I think it could tell us

where the victim was standing
when the plane hit the Pentagon.

Well, how? I-I thought it was
just debris from the plane.

Yeah, I did, too,

at first,
but it's indium tin oxide,

and that wasn't
used in the plane.

It's used in the lampposts

which are near
the west side of the Pentagon.

Where the plane hit.

Yeah. Yeah, look at this.

Sheared off the tops
of the lampposts

as it slammed into the building.

He was hit by fragments
from the lampposts.

I mean, it cracked his rib
and left this behind.

How close was he to the plane?

Close. Maybe 500 feet
from the plane as it passed.

Oh, my God.

I can't imagine that.

If he was standing
that close to the building

when the plane passed,
then maybe these other injuries

are somehow from the debris
when the Pentagon was hit.

Then we'd see scattered
fractures and bruising.

These are all localized--
patellas, acromion, metacarpals.

I don't get it,
we can figure out if

someone was a blacksmith
a hundred years ago,

but we can't find out
what happened to this guy.

Are you okay?
No! Are you?

This guy was
there on 9/11.

You don't feel the pressure
to solve this one?

Okay, if I can gather
the team here quickly.

I feel having spent some time
in a loony bin,

I have a leg up here.

Not now, Fisher.

All right, there is
an elephant in this room,

and it's standing
between us and the remains.

And until we move

the pachyderm out of the way,
we're not gonna

be able to think clearly.
I'm sorry, were you

locked in a loony bin or a zoo?

9/11 was a trauma to us all.

Not like this guy
or the people

who died that day,
but it still changed us,

right?
A-And we act

like it doesn't matter.

Clearly,

Wendell is
freaking out here,

and you, you went nuts

earlier.

The first rule
at the loony bin

is to get it all
out in the open.

So that's what we're gonna
do, right here, all right?

I'll go.

I was in high school.

It was my senior year.

I was...

breaking into
my history teacher's desk

to steal a test that
I hadn't studied for.

And he walked in,

and he was crying-- he couldn't
care less what I was doing.

And...

that's when I found out.

So I...

I talked to him, that...

that stolen test
in my hand...

...and we both just sat and...

...we cried.

Next.

Oh, come on.

I was working.

It was, uh... before school.

Coffee shop.

Everyone was just
staring at the TV.

No one said a word.

The cook came out to watch
with the rest of us.

I still remember the smell
of food burning on that grill.

I was nine.

I'd gotten in the way
of my stepfather...

hitting my mama.

Then he stuck me
with some scissors.

My mama wanted to take me
to the hospital.

But my hurt didn't
seem like nothin'...

after we heard what happened.

I was at morning prayers.

I didn't believe that day.

I didn't believe
in anything that day.

Wendell?

I was out with my aunt.

From that morning
for the next few days...

My uncle was a firefighter
in New York.

He never came home.

So, is your team any closer?

Much further away, actually.

The bone clues are becoming
more difficult to decipher.

But that might be good.

How could that possibly
be good, Bones?

They're assuming too much.
I'm having them look

at the evidence as if they'd
never seen it before.

See how the injuries
are connected.

Phil says that everything is connected.
That's it,

no more basketball
for you, okay?

Seeley.

Ben.

Come on in.

This is my partner,
uh, Temperance Brennan.

And she's also my...

I'm also his mate.

We have a
daughter together.

Congratulations.

I, uh...

have some information
about Murphy.

When I heard he was

on the west side of
the building that day,

I talked to some people
who worked there.

A few remembered him.

Apparently,
he was outside every day,

for over a year, yelling at
everyone in uniform who came in.

Yelling?

Yeah. "Walk in Moore Park."

He yelled it
to everyone.

"Walk in Moore Park"?

I have no idea what that means.

Where's Moore Park?

There is no Moore Park.

That's why it
didn't make any sense.

People complained
about him all the time.

He was clearly
disturbed.

Security detail
would have to remove him

at least once a week, and, uh...

from what I heard,
it sometimes got ugly.

How so?

He'd fight them.

One time he tried
to disarm an officer.

Well, maybe
Murphy struck

one of the security detail,
and the officer went after him

to settle the score.

Yeah, that's what
I thought, too.

I tried to get you the logs
for the security team

for those two
weeks, but, um...

they said it would take
months of legal maneuvering

to unseal them.

Thanks.

I can't believe what a sloppy
job the damn coroner did.

There's no record of his
fingernails being swabbed.

Because it probably wasn't done.
But that's the first thing

you do with the victim
of an assault,

to see if you can find
the assailant's DNA.

Now the bones are clean, and we
have no trace evidence to examine.

Oh, God. Yes, we do.

We do?
'Cause I don't think we do.

Not if we're focused
on the bones. We're fools!

Excuse me?
We've been focusing

on the bones--
that's the problem!

But we're
forensic anthropologists--

that's why Dr. Brennan
planted us here.

No. She planted us here
to get answers.

Scraps of his T-shirt...

and some of his pants.

Coroner probably cut them off
when he examined the remains.

You're right, Fisher,
I am a fool.

We are. I said "we."

There's strength
in numbers.

The five us were
fools to trust the coroner's report.

We should reanalyze his blood.

Maybe it's not all his.

There's a Moore
Park in Toronto,

there's one in L.A.,
Miami, New Zealand.

There's a Moorpark College.
There's millions of them.

I mean, what's
the connection here?

I wouldn't read too much
into it, Agent Booth.

What do you mean?
He was out there screaming,

every day, "Walk in Moore Park."

I mean, it's got
to mean something, Sweets.

He was ill, he was paranoid,
probably delusional.

He... could've heard
the name Moore Park

and created a fantasy around it.

It might have meant
something to him,

but it would have no meaning
to anyone else.

I think we should just,
you know,

focus on these police reports.

We've already been
through them already.

Yeah, well, these just came in.

Complaints filed
against the city

by a homeless
activist in 2001.

They accuse the police of
not responding to attacks

on homeless camps.

Look at this--
12 incidents in September.

Mm-hmm.

Theft, assault, rape--
did the city investigate?

Yeah, and they found
no wrongdoing by the police.

'Cause the witnesses
were unreliable.

Apparently, "unreliable" is just
another word for "homeless."

Okay, maybe we're going
about this all wrong.

I mean, maybe there
is no Moore Park now.

Maybe there was a
Moore Park back in 2001

when he was alive.
I think our time is better spent

tracking down
this homeless activist.

Oh, my God.

Wait.

What? What?

"Walk in Moore Park."

"Walk in Moore Park."

That's it.
That's it. Look.

I don't understand.
The... Their names!

Look at their names.

Walken,
Moore and Park.

Walken, Moore, Park.

He was out there every day
yelling the names of his friends.

He was completely making sense,
but no one took the time to notice.

Walken, Moore, Park.

The soldiers.

Again.

We've been through these injuries
dozens of times, Dr. Brennan.

And Phil Jackson put his team

through drills
hundreds of times.

Again, please.
Both the fractured rib and vertebrae

show signs of remodeling,
indicating they occurred

on September 11.

And the other damage,
the abraded fracturing of the humeri...

And the acromial processes
and metacarpals...

None of these show remodeling,

indicating
the injuries took place

around time of death.

We're missing something.

You're certain
that all the fractures

are traumatic?
Well, how else would bones break

if not from external trauma?

Wait. Look at the humeri
and the acromions.

Could he possibly have
suffered a subluxation?

You're right.

The dislocation would have
caused continuous rubbing.

That would prevent remodeling.

But it doesn't explain
the fractures to the patellas.

Or the fractured vertebrae.

I'm not so sure.

Look at the back
of the patellas.

These are internal
stress fractures.

All of these injuries
are commonly suffered

by weightlifters.

He was too slight
to be a weightlifter.

Military records indicate

that Walken, Moore and
Park were all killed

in an ammo dump
in Abdali, Kuwait.

Wait. Didn't Murphy's wife say
he was trapped in an ammo dump?

Yeah, they rescued
Murphy, but these three--

they were killed
when the dump blew.

Survivor's guilt.

His friends died for him,
and he couldn't get past that.

Ben got me these.

You see, Tim Murphy
petitioned the army

to award his friends
the Silver Star.

How many times did
he write to them?

56 times.

So, when that didn't work,
he just planted himself

in front of the Pentagon
and kept trying.

Somehow that doesn't
sound crazy to me.

Booth.

Okay. Right.
I'm on my way.

That was Bones.

I was able
to separate the stains.

There was blood on his shirt
from three other people.

All right, so we got a hit
on their DNA?

Yes, all three
of them.

So then, we know
who attacked Murphy.

We have their names,

but they weren't the ones
who attacked him.

Okay, wait.
I don't understand.

How did their
blood get on him?

The blood was from three people

who were working
at the Pentagon that day.

Where the plane hit.

And they lived?

Yes.

Well, how did Murphy die?

We're not sure yet.

Maybe one
of the survivors can help.

I never thought
I'd see my family again.

None of us in there did.

Your left lateral epicondyle

and femur were
crushed, weren't they?

Yes.

I was pinned
under a concrete beam.

Couldn't move.
Smoke was filling the room.

I can't believe I made it.

Do you recognize
this man?

That's him.

I'd never
forget that face.

That's the man who rescued me.

Do you know where he is?

- Can I thank him?
- I wish you could.

He died about a week
after the attacks.

What happened to him?

We don't know yet.
We suspect he was murdered.

That's why we wanted
to talk to you.

He lifted the concrete beam
off of you, didn't he?

All alone?

I-I-I didn't think
it was possible.

He wasn't a big man.

And after he freed me,

he went over to two other people
who were pinned.

James Donzig and Warren Kirk.

That's right.

I don't think
he was murdered, Booth.

Because of our preconceptions
about his circumstances,

we all believed that Mr. Murphy

was the victim
of an assault.

Without the exceptional work
of this team,

we still wouldn't
know the truth.

So I've reconstructed
what they discovered.

When his rib was
fractured by the debris,

it wasn't a clean break.

That happened when he went
into the building

to rescue those people.

Wait a second.

You're saying
that Murphy died

because he rescued those
three people in the Pentagon?

Exactly. Finn gave
us our first clue.

The injuries to the patellas

weren't from being kneecapped
in an assault.

They were acute
transverse fractures.

That's the same damage
that weightlifters suffer

when they
lift too much.

The witnesses
descriptions

of Mr. Murphy's actions

confirmed that he
probably was lifting

in excess of 400 pounds

of concrete and
debris at the time.

That's a miracle
considering his size.

At first, we had no explanation

for the spinal fracturing
until we realized

that the compression fractures
were caused by

the extreme
weight he was carrying. Next.

And the damage
to his shoulders

wasn't from him being dragged
or hung.

They dislocated
because his arms weren't capable

of lifting so much.

We thought the lack
of remodeling meant

the injuries took place
ten days later.

So why did it take him

ten days to die?

It all comes back to that plane.

He died because
of the rib fracture.

It was only cracked at first,
but it snapped

while he was lifting
the debris and bowed inward,

puncturing his lung.

It took him ten days
to bleed out.

I can't imagine the pain
he must have been in.

I can't believe he died
with no one knowing what he did.

For years,
Tim Murphy was homeless,

and he was forgotten.

He was one of those
people on the streets

that we try
not to look at,

because the sight of them
is just too painful.

But we're all cut
from the same cloth.

Tim knew that.

He knew
how connected all of us are.

He knew that if it
wasn't for his buddies,

that Tim wouldn't be alive
on September 11

to save the lives of Diane,

Warren... and James.

And we wouldn't be able
to tell Tim's son

that his dad didn't die

a broken man
living on the streets, Sean.

But he was as brave
and noble as the best of us.

We lay him to rest today...

a hero.

♪ I am holding your torch

♪ I won't hold it no more

♪ You can have it,
take it, use it ♪

♪ I am holding your torch

♪ I won't hold it no more

♪ You can have it,
take it, use it ♪

♪ I'll need both my hands
to hold my own ♪

♪ I need only one light

♪ The light from one

♪ I'll need both my hands

♪ I'll need both my hands

♪ Both my hands ♪

♪ I'll need both my hands

♪ I'll need both my hands

♪ Both my hands ♪

♪ I need only one light

♪ The light from one...

Basketball game

on tonight.

I thought you said no more
basketball for me.

All right.

It's my bad, okay? Look...

after your coaching,
Phil Jackson has nothing on you.

Do you think
they'll get their Silver Stars?

I do. Ben and I are on it.

Tim never gave up, and

neither will we.

What's wrong, Bones?

I've spent so much time

trying... to control my life.

I thought it meant

that I was strong, but...

...I was...

just afraid.

Afraid of what?

I dug out remains

from the rubble of the Towers.

For two weeks,
I was methodical.

A scientist.

I did what was asked of me.

I did my job.

I never shed a tear.

I was proud of that.

Right.

All these years,
I never let myself feel it.

Bones, we all deal with
things in our own way, okay?

I could avoid it all
before I met you.

I had no one in my life.

And now I think
of those people...

And I think of you.

Any one of them.

It could have been you.

All right. I know.

It's all right.

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